{"id":1107,"date":"2020-06-24T03:48:22","date_gmt":"2020-06-24T02:48:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/?p=1107"},"modified":"2020-06-24T03:48:22","modified_gmt":"2020-06-24T02:48:22","slug":"writers-journal-215-fried-potato-98","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/2020\/06\/24\/writers-journal-215-fried-potato-98\/","title":{"rendered":"Writers\u2019 Journal #215 \u2013 Fried Potato \u2013 98"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Suddenly, George stood up. &#8220;I am fine. Lets go somewhere.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Malee and the commissioner looked at each other in unison. George looked more like a drunk men that she had seen many times, including her father, than a man in contrl of his thoughts. The commissioner wondered if he should contact George&#8217;s father at all.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mary is on the way.&#8221; blurted out Malee to the surprised look from George and the commissioner. As far as the commissioner was concerned, Mary was still at the ceremony with Georgia.\u00a0 He didn&#8217;t know Malee had called her as well. And then realized it was a ruse to gather more time from George and decided to play the game.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes. She would be late though. I better go fetch her.&#8221; said the commissioner , nodding furiously. The commissioner left the room, leaving George with Malee in the small room.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Its ok. I guess I got too excited by what happened in the coffee shop.&#8221; said George, with a calmer voice. Malee nodded. His eyes were back to the eyes of a boy on a bicycle that she first met years ago, wide blue piercing eyes. The commissioner came in with the phone in hand.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I couldn&#8217;t get Mary..&#8221; he stuttered. George shook his head.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Its ok. Let&#8217;s go home.&#8221; said George to the loud sigh of both Malee and the commissioner.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Suddenly, George stood up. &#8220;I am fine. Lets go somewhere.&#8221; Malee and the commissioner looked at each other in unison. George looked more like a drunk men that she had seen many times, including her father, than a man in contrl of his thoughts. The commissioner wondered if he should contact George&#8217;s father at all&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71,19,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1107","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fantasy","category-fiction","category-writers-journal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1107","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1107"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1107\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1110,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1107\/revisions\/1110"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1107"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1107"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1107"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}